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Changes my heart makes without the approval of my head from one to the next, not much thought It's like a wicked game giving all the love away with not much left at the end Always the same narrative the same story easily changing the players without being sorry Truly vile the heart loves telling those lies I try to control it but it always leads to my downfall
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
Wicked